AN: That chapter took far too long to write, I sacked it many times until I was finally satisfied with the end result although I think it could be better still. Oh well, I'll carry on my efforts to the next chapter. I do hope you all enjoy this next installment of Daedra's Calling. Remember I own nothing of Harry Potter or the Elder Scrolls.

Three black clad figures dashed across the Quidditch Pitch at Hogwarts Castle, they melded quickly and efficiently with the shadow that the stands cast along the grass. If one were even able to detect these individuals, they would not ever discover their identities. They wore hooded cloaks and dark stained leather armor and boots of intricate design, and masks covered the lower halves of their faces, on their chests a silver insignia of a nightbird stretching cradling the moon in it's wings. Not a sound could be heard even as they scaled the walls of Pitch, with startling grace the figures would flip and jump then disappear as soon as their bodies connected with the shadows. It was only by the light of the half moon above that they reappeared in the highest box usually reserved for the Headmaster and staff when they witnessed the games.

"So... you two are the ones Nocturnal picked." The only male of the group spoke, sitting on the highest bench and looking down on his other two companions. His blue eyes held a bright frost to them as they gleamed in the moonlight. "Never figured you for a thief, Greengrass." He smirked, pulling his hood back and lowering his face.

"The quiet ones are always the type to do the unpredictable Draco, you'd do well to remember that." Pale sapphire orbs narrowed as Daphne Greengrass too removed her hood and mask, allowing her long golden blonde locks to flow about her, placing her hand on her hip with a slight frown. "She spoke to me while I was in Snapes private quarters trying to nick some Polyjuice potion."

Both sets of eyes turned towards the smallest figure who had yet to speak and was merely gazing up at the moon with soft hazel eyes, her chin resting in her hand as she leaned over the railing.

When it was evident that the third person had no intent on speaking, Draco gave a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "She said you'd be distant... regardless we have work to do tonight, and then its off to the Evergloam to train more. The Night Mistress will not be pleased should we fail."

"As much as I hate to say it Draco, you're right." Daphne nodded her head slowly, holding her hand out with her palm facing upward. Seconds later an ebony intricately designed bow materialized from wisps of darkness, a quiver appeared on the girls back immediately after.

Malfoy smirked at Daphne's display of power, before closing his eyes and holding his hand out the opposite way. A sleek white blade with a black jeweled hilt formed from the darkness that surrounded him. With a curt nod he raised his hood back up and covered his face, then turned towards the blonde girl, who did the same. They looked down upon the village of Hogsmeade from their watch-post for several hours before the silent Nightingale uttered her first word of the night.

"He's moving." Not a second after the words left her mouth, the mysterious agent of Nocturnal witnessed her two partners leap over the railing and descend several stories below. Sighing she placed a hand at her side and an eerily curved dagger came into existence, resting at her side. "How am I supposed to work with those two..." Shaking her head, the young Nightingale gripped the railing and took a deep breath before joining the other two in their plummet towards the ground.

As each of them approached the ground with rising speed, a black orb overtook the grass below them. They touched down without a sound, connecting with the unnatural shadow. All three stood with their backs turned away from one another, before parting at Draco's whisper.

"May the shadows hide you."

With that, the three Nightingales seemed to shimmer away. No trace that they had ever set foot on the Quidditch pitch left behind.

"Dissendium."

Harry Potter glanced over his shoulder as he tapped his wand against the back of Gunhilda's statue and entered the secret passage from Hogwarts Castle to the Honeydukes' cellar. With grace he descended down the cool stone slide and landed gracefully at the bottom, stepping quickly through the damp tunnel. He kept his wand tucked into a side pocket on his trousers, transfigured there himself purely for tactical use. In his right hand the young man held a crumpled note delivered to him early this morning, one hastily scribbled line written across the parchment.

Pup, meet me at the place where our eyes first met.

Snuffles

Sirius wanted to meet him, and Harry could hardly blame him after not having written him since his impromptu disappearance. A twinge of guilt flashed across his face at the thought that he had not properly informed his godfather of the situation, yet the feeling passed as he exited the tunnel into the cellar.

"All the magic in the world couldn't keep this damn cellar clean." He murmured, swiping at a thick spiderweb that just seconds ago blocked his path to the cellar door behind Honeydukes.

Within moments The Boy Who Lived was jogging through the trees of Hogsmeade's outskirts and sooner still he was closing the door to the shrieking shack behind him. Upon doing so he was immediately trounced upon by a large scruffy black dog that proceeded to lick his face and nuzzle him affectionately.

"Ha, oi Sirius enough get off!" Harry managed to bark out between laughs as his godfather materialized before his very eyes.

Sirius Black shook his head as he straightened up from his hunched over position, and his long unruly black hair parted to reveal kind yet hardened eyes. "It's good to see you Harry." He said with a smile, extending his hand out to his godson who was sprawled out on the floor.

"Always good to see you Sirius, although next time I could do without the slobber thanks." Harry responded as he took the hand, climbing to his feet and wiping his cheek with the hem of his sleeve. He was greeted with a pat on the back and a tight embrace before being let go again.

"Duly noted, Godson of mine." Sirius Black could not hide the mirth in his voice, even as he tried to switch to the scolding guardian. "Now what the bloody hell do you think you're doing going off to the planes of Oblivion without getting me a souvenir?"

Harry bit back a laugh, and sat in a small wooden chair he transfigured from some loose floorboards with a wave of his wand. Smiling brightly he placed a foot on his opposite knee, resting it and gazing out the only small porthole window that the Shrieking Shack had to offer as a source of light. "Well I didn't exactly get to plan my vacation out Sirius."

The older man took on a blank expression, looking every one of his 35 years of age, and the last twelve spent in Azkaban had certainly added more on as well. He regarded the young man before him in a different way than just moments ago, upon seeing Harry he was simply overwhelmed with joy that he was safe. Now upon seeing how he had aged and grown so quickly in just the few days time he was gone, Sirius Black was reminded of the hell the teen had likely endured.

"Was it horrid... I can't imagine it was easy for you?" The ragged man asked in a hushed tone, sitting across from Harry as he transfigured another chair. "It's hard to believe all these legends are true..." A table followed suit after, and from within his robes the elder man procured a bottle filled with a rich honey colored liquid. He poured two glasses with practiced ease and slid one over to his charges side, who caught it without even looking away from the window. The two both finished several glasses before Harry offered his reply.

"I was scared at first... terrified really, of the thing that had yanked me out of my world and threw me into its own. The same rules didn't apply there, I didn't need sleep, food, or even water." Green eyes looked down into an empty glass, which Sirius reached over and filled. "Time was something I completely forgot about, because there just seemed to be so much of it. It was days before I discovered why I was brought there."

Sirius Black swallowed another gulp of alcohol, letting out a light hiss as his godson recalled his time in Apocrypha. "And what was that?"

"To learn." Harry gripped his glass tighter, and clenched his free hand along the edge of the table. "I know so much more than I ever should have learned Sirius, I know things about Dumbledore that make me sick to my stomach. Spells that have been lost to this realm since the time of Tamriel. The prophecy..." He stopped then and tilted his head back with the glass, the burning sensation settling in his stomach. "The BLOODY PROPHECY! The reason their dead isn't even because of that! Voldemort would never have known... It was Snape's doing. His involvement in all this is the reason I never got to remember their faces."

The black haired youth stood up now, kicking his chair over with a crash that shook the small shack. His eyes were narrowed and his fists clenched before suddenly his demeanor returned to the calm and collected visage it was just moments ago. "But no matter... he will pay for it when his soul is collected whether it be by Daedra or Divine."

Sirius frowned deeply upon hearing the news, he had not known that Snape was the one to reveal the prophecy to Voldemort. This would certainly have to be dealt with, but right now...

"You've grown Harry... I'm just sorry you've had to do it so fast." Sirius stood, and placed his hands on the shoulders of the youth before him, his brown hues meeting the boys bright green. "We'll have plenty of time to sort through this all later, right now I think we should focus on the first task. Whoever entered you in this tournament is obviously expecting you to die... what do you have planned for the Dragon?"

For the first time since his return, Harry Potter grinned. Not a happy grin, not one of an easy going nature, not cocky, nor nervous. No, the grin that graced the face of Harry Potter was one of pure thrill. "I'm going to kill them."

For a moment, Sirius was sure he had misheard his godson. "What do you mean kill them? You think you'll have to face more than one dragon?" He questioned with a furrowed brow.

Harry continued to smile at his Godfather, then closed his eyes and opened his arms wide. "Sirius, the only thing I haven't told you yet is the most important I have learned."

A bright light blue aura began to engulf Harry's entire body. "SosseDov Ru Zeim Wruth Kopraan... MUL QAH DIIV!"

Sirius Black stood slackjawed as he watched an ethereal glow surround Harry as he spoke in a language he could not recognize. As the young teen shouted the last three words, the elder man was knocked back onto the floor from the resonating pulse of energy. When he had finally recomposed himself and looked back at Harry, he gasped upon seeing the blue glow surrounding the boy had taken shape. Spiked horns seemed to protrude out of scaled armor that covered the teen from head to toe. Yet the armor was translucent, and swirling about with energy he had never encountered before.

"Bloody hell..." He murmured, rising to his feet and walking around Harry, inspecting him all the while. With an experimental prick he found that the horns could indeed pierce, if the blood flowing from his thumb was any indication. "What is this?"

"A technique known only to the Dragonborn, Dragon Aspect." Harry spoke with a distinct ring of pride in his voice that now echoed slightly. "It gives me more power, protects me, and even lets me interact with the spirit of the last Dragonborn."

At this proclamation the dark eyed man let out a low whistle. Having spent many hours in the Black Library since taking over Grimmaud Place he had encountered many books on lore of Daedra and even several on the subject of Dragonborn. Words many in the wizarding world were not even aware of. "Spirit? So that was... a Shout? The Thu'um?"

The energy died down, and the spectral armor that surrounded the boy dispersed. Harry let out a sigh and nodded, running a hand through his unruly hair. "Yes... I do not know his name but he can aid me in battle and he's also taught me many things..." At this Harry produced the same book he had shown Hermione and Ron just a few weeks ago. "This book belonged to him, and it contains a list of every shout that he learned throughout his life."

"So you can use all of these shouts?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I have to use dragon souls to truly understand their meaning but I know the words. Which from what I understand is an advantage no Dragonborn before me has ever had." He placed the book on the table next to the now half empty bottle and sighed. "One soul, one complete shout... all three words." He trailed off, mumbling something as Harry lifted the whole bottle to his lips and began taking a long swig.

Whatever Sirius had planned to say was lost to him, as Harry suddenly tossed the bottle at dark corner of the room. A hooded figure darted out from the shadow and launched itself at Harry with a long white blade.

"SIRIUS WATCH OUT!"

Battle instincts and twelve years of spending time in a dementor infested prison induced paranoia allowed the Marauder to duck just in time as an arrow shattered the cracked glass of the window, flying through the air where his heart had been just a split second ago. His wand gripped tight in hand, a flurry of spells flew from the tip and out the window, before he turned back to Harry.

Said young man was currently gripping the wrist of his attacker, who was posed to strike in a downward swing had his attack not been halted. The assailant spun about, throwing a kick that the newly found Dragonborn took to the chest with a grunt as he stumbled back. "Reducto!" Harry called out with a counter, shattering the floor below the black clad youth.

Turning on his heels, Harry made a move for the table only to halt abruptly and narrow his eyes at the empty space where he had just placed the book. 'Thieves... Nightingale!' He thought upon seeing the insignia on the persons armor before they fell through the floor.

"Sirius, we have to leave now!" It was a command, not a statement. "They have the book!"

"Right!" His Godfather yelled back, jumping over the now four foot hole in the floor and barreling through the door. Three arrows embedded themselves in the side of the shack just as he passed by, each arrow getting dangerously closer to finding their mark. He cast several stunners and a few cutting hexes into the darkness, hoping to at least forcing the archer off the offensive.

"Keep moving! We have to find the one who took the book!" Harry had exited the shack and was roughly pushing Sirius to the cover of the trees. He had ripped off his school robes, leaving him in the leather clad armor and iron gauntlets and boots he had arrived in, a shining steel sword in one hand and his wand in the other. "There!"

Suddenly the teen took off into a mad dash, running so quickly his godfather was forced to transform into his dog form just to keep at his heels. Arrows flew by them nonstop, the sound of air being sliced through a metronome throughout the dark woods. Suddenly Sirius transformed again, and skidded to a halt, throwing up a shield that stopped an oncoming arrow. "I'll handle the archer, get your book!" He shouted, throwing several purple colored spells into the shadows.

Harry nodded and continued on gritting his teeth in frustration, eyes narrowed and a low growl escaping him. 'How could I have been so careless, to allow an agent of Nocturnal to get the Dragonborn's Journal right out from under my nose.' He thought bitterly, following the faint silhouette of the cloaked figure that was jumping through the treetops. "You aren't getting away!"

Reaching down to his ankles, Harry withdrew a small silver dagger which he held by the tip of the blade. A quick flick of his wrist sent the dagger soaring through the air, and it was with a distinct kind of pleasure that he allowed himself to smile upon hearing a cry of pain.

The small shadowy figure groaned in pain, gripping her leg where the silver dagger had imbedded itself in her calf. She glared through her cowl as she watched the shining emerald orbs of Harry Potter come within inches of her face. He knelt down beside her and plucked the coveted object out of her grasp. "I'll be taking this back now thank you... what do you think you could possibly gain by taking this from me?" His voice was deep and menacing as he gripped the nightingale by the throat, squeezing down hard.

A choked out reply that could not be interpreted escaped the girls lips, and Harry eased his grip to allow the girl to speak. "We... never planned on... keeping it... we just needed your... attention."

"And now we've got it Potter."

Harry's eyes went wide upon hearing the voice, and he made to spin around with his blade ready to kill. Steel blades met, and a clang echoed out into the forest. The young Dragonborn's eyes went wide upon seeing the wand in his assailant's other hand.

"Stupefy." Draco Malfoy smirked as he watched Harry Potter's eyes roll back into his head and the boy's body fall limp, tucking his wand into his boot with a swiftness.

"Mission Accomplished." Daphne Greengrass announced as she too appeared in the small clearing within the small woods, carrying a large unconscious black dog on her shoulder.

Rising to her feet, the smallest Nightingale rubbed her throat and pulled her hood back. Long curly blonde hair that was now in knots and housed several twigs fell out as the girl pulled the dagger from her calf.

"Fuck that hurt!" Hannah Abbott cursed.

Igor Kakaroff stroked his beard as he stood on the deck oh his school's traveling vessel in the late of night. The ship was quite an old bit of magic, having been a conquered vessel by the vikings of ancient times so long forgotten that only a few alive today knew that they were once called Nords. Capable of traveling to any body of water in the world whether it had a connecting passage or not, Igor himself did not understand how this was even possible but alas such was the nature of old magic and he would ponder its origin some other time. Tonight his thoughts were on the upcoming first task, they had but five days until the four champions would face their respective dragons.

He was quite confident that Viktor would do exceptionally well. The young man had mastered the plan that had been laid out before him, and was often found practicing curses and hexes of incredible power within the confines of the ship. Yes, Viktor would take down the dragon in less than two minutes of that he was sure. What he was not so sure of was his young charges state of mind. In the last few days there were many instances where he could not locate Viktor anywhere, not within the halls and grounds of Hogwarts, nor the Durmstrang ship itself. Initially he had suspected that the teen had merely squandered off the the Beauxbatons carriage to fraternize with one of the pretty young witches, though a conversation with Headmistress Maxime soon put that to rest.

Then suddenly out of nowhere, Krum would be found in his room although no other students could claim to having seen him come or go. When Viktor was around he could often be found muttering to himself and scribbling in his notebook that he held close guard at all times. His actions had began to trouble Igor, and as such he was currently stepping lively down the halls of the magically enlarged sleeping quarters.

"Viktor?" He knocked on the young champions door, and as he suspected recieved no response. Placing his hand upon the doorknob he heard the soft click of the lock coming undone, and a satisfied grin rose to his lips. The ship always responded to the Headmaster's will, and it was quite an empowering feeling. Pushing the door open Kakaroff allowed his eyes to roam around the room, Viktor's bed was made and he could tell it had not been slept in in days at least. A frown graced the Ex-Death Eaters features and he strode over to the only other piece of furniture in the room. Krum's desk was riddled with papers and parchment of all sorts ranging from notes on dragon handling to several dark spells and rituals. This was not anything to raise alarm about The Dark Arts were not a forbidden subject at Durmstrang.

"Hmm?" He paused upon finding Viktor's small black notebook among the many scattered pages. Flipping it over with mild curiosity the Headmaster gave a light shrug and flipped through the first few pages. Sketchings of all kinds littered the pages. Many of a particularly detailed looking warhammer and scribbled underneath it the word VOLENDRUNG with many lines scribbled furiously under it. As he flipped to the next page, Igor's gaze hardened and he placed the notebook back on the desk before uttering one word. "Malacath..."

AN: I do so love picking which Character will be the champion of which Daedric Prince. It's quite fun to do and there are many more yet to be revealed, do not worry the reasoning behind each decision will be explained later on down the road. Read and Review Please.

Also the words Harry spoke before invoking the shout Dragon Aspect translate to: Dragon Blood runs through my body.